Let’s face it, this isn’t New anything that’s coming up on Tuesday. It’s Mid. “Mid-what?” you ask, knowing perfectly well but mindful of the fact that it’s panto season. Mid-winter, of course.
I’ve put on a bit of weight and it isn’t even Christmas yet. The trouble with this time of year is that, if you’ve any good intentions, you tell yourself: “Yes, I’ll definitely make a start on that… in the New Year.”
I have made a bags of my head again. Regular readers who take copious notes will recall that I cut my own hair. I just feel that handing over responsibility for one’s barnet to a stranger is risky, and I dislike the loss of control as one is strapped into the chair and sedated. Maybe that was just me, right enough.
I have a new mouse. Quite often in my life, I have a mouse, always solitary little fellows, minding their own business and harming no one.